Invasion: China (Invasion America) (Volume 5) by Vaughn Heppner Page B
Authors: Vaughn Heppner
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Han woman and produce a superior child. He did not have a preference and would accept fate’s call, boy or girl.
The problem was the availability of hungry American women. Naturally, East Lightning and Occupation Authority police rigorously applied Chinese law here. Much of Texas and Oklahoma’s agricultural produce went to China. That meant Americans went hungry for a change. That brought consequences. Too many American women bartered sex for food. Before the oceanic voyage, Lon had planned to remain chaste throughout his term of North American service. He would save himself for Han sexual encounters with his future wife.
The problem was that some American women were incredibly alluring , with their long luxurious hair, skimpy clothing and provocative ways of strutting and pouting when they looked at him. After three weeks of abstaining, Lon Lu bought extra loaves of bread at the commissary and went to the brothel he passed every day during his duties.
He wanted a particular American woman, a small thing with dark hair like a Han and thrusting breasts of intoxicating stiffness.
In the main compartment, Lon glanced both ways to make sure no one watched him. Then he reached down and rubbed his itching groin. The writhing on the silk sheets had been divine. Why had he waited so long to do it? Unfortunately, the dark-haired beauty had given him a venereal disease. He had used her many times these past weeks, discovering that his appetite grew with exposure. His shame at contracting VD meant he’d remained silent about it for some time. He did not want a reprimand on his record. He wanted a Han wife—he had to have a woman more than ever now. He had become accustomed to sexual intimacy. He was, in fact, unsure he could live without it.
“First Rank,” the commander said from his chair. “Give me energizing power.”
Lon Lu thrust his arms upward as his fingers played upon the controls. He might have VD, but he would bring honor to his family name and victory to Chinese arms. High Command counted on their MC ABM brigade to halt the American drive toward First Front HQ in Oklahoma City.
“Now we shall show these Americans the deadliness of Chinese technology,” the commander said. “We will destroy these Behemoths and bring serenity to our broken line.”
Lon Lu reached down to his neck, grasping the padded headphones there. He secured the protective covering over his ears, switching on his link to the commander. His gaze flickered to a screen showing the enemy Behemoths from a high-flying UAV.
The giant US tanks clanked toward the last blocking ridge. Each one had a flag waving on the highest antenna. Once the monsters crested the ridge…
The commander’s voice crackled over the headphones. In obedience to the words, Lon Lu tapped the final sequence.
The MPT whined with power, its song climbing higher and higher with dreadful noise. The command compartment shook and Lon’s groin flared with pain.
Lon winced at the MPT’s howl, but he spoke into his microphone. “Energy levels rising, Commander. In fifteen seconds we will be at maximum.”
The commander stood, and he held his right hand high. The main gunner nodded in understanding. The seconds ticked by as the MPT roared.
Lon Lu heard over his headphones, “Fire!” And the commander’s hand came down sharply.
The MPT pumped massive power into the laser coils. The energy rerouted into the chambers and drove the laser. The incredibly heavy beam struck the first focusing mirror, and then shot out of the cannon in a tight ray, traveling at the speed of light and crossing the many kilometers.
“Hit!” the gunner shouted.
Lon Lu exposed his teeth in a smile. He hated this land with its diseased whores, with its bloody-minded barbarians. But now the world would see once again that Han expertise trumped everything. Civilization would beat back the screaming hordes and bring order to a dark world.
On the screen, he could see the beam strike its targeted
The problem was the availability of hungry American women. Naturally, East Lightning and Occupation Authority police rigorously applied Chinese law here. Much of Texas and Oklahoma’s agricultural produce went to China. That meant Americans went hungry for a change. That brought consequences. Too many American women bartered sex for food. Before the oceanic voyage, Lon had planned to remain chaste throughout his term of North American service. He would save himself for Han sexual encounters with his future wife.
The problem was that some American women were incredibly alluring , with their long luxurious hair, skimpy clothing and provocative ways of strutting and pouting when they looked at him. After three weeks of abstaining, Lon Lu bought extra loaves of bread at the commissary and went to the brothel he passed every day during his duties.
He wanted a particular American woman, a small thing with dark hair like a Han and thrusting breasts of intoxicating stiffness.
In the main compartment, Lon glanced both ways to make sure no one watched him. Then he reached down and rubbed his itching groin. The writhing on the silk sheets had been divine. Why had he waited so long to do it? Unfortunately, the dark-haired beauty had given him a venereal disease. He had used her many times these past weeks, discovering that his appetite grew with exposure. His shame at contracting VD meant he’d remained silent about it for some time. He did not want a reprimand on his record. He wanted a Han wife—he had to have a woman more than ever now. He had become accustomed to sexual intimacy. He was, in fact, unsure he could live without it.
“First Rank,” the commander said from his chair. “Give me energizing power.”
Lon Lu thrust his arms upward as his fingers played upon the controls. He might have VD, but he would bring honor to his family name and victory to Chinese arms. High Command counted on their MC ABM brigade to halt the American drive toward First Front HQ in Oklahoma City.
“Now we shall show these Americans the deadliness of Chinese technology,” the commander said. “We will destroy these Behemoths and bring serenity to our broken line.”
Lon Lu reached down to his neck, grasping the padded headphones there. He secured the protective covering over his ears, switching on his link to the commander. His gaze flickered to a screen showing the enemy Behemoths from a high-flying UAV.
The giant US tanks clanked toward the last blocking ridge. Each one had a flag waving on the highest antenna. Once the monsters crested the ridge…
The commander’s voice crackled over the headphones. In obedience to the words, Lon Lu tapped the final sequence.
The MPT whined with power, its song climbing higher and higher with dreadful noise. The command compartment shook and Lon’s groin flared with pain.
Lon winced at the MPT’s howl, but he spoke into his microphone. “Energy levels rising, Commander. In fifteen seconds we will be at maximum.”
The commander stood, and he held his right hand high. The main gunner nodded in understanding. The seconds ticked by as the MPT roared.
Lon Lu heard over his headphones, “Fire!” And the commander’s hand came down sharply.
The MPT pumped massive power into the laser coils. The energy rerouted into the chambers and drove the laser. The incredibly heavy beam struck the first focusing mirror, and then shot out of the cannon in a tight ray, traveling at the speed of light and crossing the many kilometers.
“Hit!” the gunner shouted.
Lon Lu exposed his teeth in a smile. He hated this land with its diseased whores, with its bloody-minded barbarians. But now the world would see once again that Han expertise trumped everything. Civilization would beat back the screaming hordes and bring order to a dark world.
On the screen, he could see the beam strike its targeted
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